Tag Archives: urban life

Summer 2019

It’s amazing to see what your camera forces you to notice…things that just slip by…Here are some of my latest Summer 2019 pics; all clicked in Delhi…

 

Tree Nipples…Noticed these yesterday, 7 April 2019, on the bark of a Semal Tree…

tree nipples

 

Fresh buds…Old wood trying to fly away…

 

Fresh Beginning

 

Summer Snakes…

 

summer snakes

 

 

 

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Yellow Semals, A Poem

Here is the link to my latest poem ‘Yellow Semals.’

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yellow-semals/?m=0

It was inspired from an earlier blog post with the same name.

Yellow Day 2

On my way to work in The Delhi Metro on 10 February 2019 , I found several people specially dressed in yellow (see pic above) to celebrate the festivals of Basant Panchami and Saraswati Puja on that day. I wished I could join them in their pandals…

It reminded me of another yellow day 2 years ago…Click here and read on… https://jasbirchatterjeephotoblog.wordpress.com/2017/09/07/a-yellow-day/

On The Fringe Of Humanity…

What’s wrong with this man with his shoes taken off in a Metro train? Well, not much, on first look.

He appears to be just one of those overworked, ordinary middle-class employees of a private sector organization. This was what I thought too.

But as soon as I settled down on a seat opposite to him, I noticed that he was talking very loudly to himself. I thought he was praying or perhaps he was speaking to someone through a Bluetooth device.

It soon became clear to me, however that he was doing none of these and he had a serious mental problem. He was ranting and cursing everyone, his family, friends, everyone he knew, this country, and even God! Over and over, he kept repeating the same lines which overflowed with venom and hatred for everything in life. He kept saying that he hoped this world ends soon in a nuclear blast and he gets to die like a dog with his body torn into shreds! Even God would want to commit suicide, he kept reiterating. Once in a while, he bent downwards to scratch his toes protruding through his torn socks.

I was horrified and I wondered how people sitting next to him managed to ignore him. See below.

His clothes were clean and well-ironed and he seemed to be from a good family. His choice of words indicated that he was well-educated and read newspapers regularly. What were those circumstances that unhinged him to such a great extent? I could not gather this from what he was saying.

I pitied him, but I could not do anything about it. Unable to put up with him any longer, I moved to another seat far away from him.

But it was clearer to me now what kind of people hurl themselves on the Metro rail tracks.

Delhi Metro, I hope you are reading this. Please keep a close eye on this man and if ever required, save him from himself…